The Wading Pools

Mo (short for Maurice) and Mike were best friends, and had worked at the pool since high school. Even when they were in college, they returned to their jobs at the public swimming pool each summer. This year, they were told that the pool was under "new management".

It had been sold before, so they'd seen such things before. Some of the procedures had changed since last year, and there were different chemical kits for maintaining the pH of the water and things like that.

And there were more signs. One wading pool was labeled "adults only" (a wading pool?) and had a locked gate on the fence that was around it; another was labeled "women only". The chemical kits for those were even different.

One of the new owners showed Mike and Mo around. His name was John, and he was tall, hairy, and handsome. Very handsome. (Mike got a crush on John immediately, but Mike's like that. A little chest hair and Mike's in heaven.)

John explained the new procedures. "The olympic pool is for everyone. The two smaller pools weren't being used much, so they're reserved for certain 'adult' situations. No one is to go into them, except when I'm around, because the chemicals are so sensitive."

Mike was never one to listen to such things, and over the next weeks decided to see what the water felt like in the warmer "adult" pool. It *was* warm, soothing, and left him feeling like he'd rested for several hours.

Every week or so, John would have a private party after hours. There were only men there, and they were in the wading pools - both the "adult" one and the "women only" one. Mike and Mo noticed this, but weren't sure what to think about it.

And Mike continued his visits to the "adult" pool.

It started affecting his skin. He broke out in a mild rash, and after a few days, the rash disappeared and Mike's sparse beard started filling out. His chest hair started coming in, his pubes became a small jungle. It was a veritable fountain of maturity! Mike and Mo started spending time in that wading pool, after their shifts ended and everyone had gone home, and after two months, looked like they were descended from bears. Real ones.

John noticed this, and didn't say anything. He would see the two young men, on their shifts, sitting in the life guard chairs with their swimsuits and chests full of hair. They would watch the swimmers, but would sneak glances at the adult pools whenever they could.

As the Summer drew to an end, Mike and Mo started worrying about leaving. Their newfound virility was due to the waters of the adult pool. What would happen when they stopped visiting the pool? Finally, Mike decided to ask John for advice.

John was emphatic: they should've stayed away from those pools. Yes, he said, he'd help them out.

The "cure" was for them to sit in the "women only" pool for several hours, without getting out for any reason. Both Mike and Mo headed for the women's wading pool, even though only Mike had been in the "adult" one.

They sat in the water for an hour, for two hours. Mo needed to take a leak, and asked John if he could leave for "just a minute" and was refused, so he pissed into the water. That's when it happened.

Mo's piss turned the water murky, and as time went on, Mike noticed that the water was starting to burn his skin. He looked at Mo, who looked like he was falling asleep.

Then it occurred to Mike, his body hair was becoming thinner. Somehow, the water in this pool was dissolving his body hair, and he saw that Mo was going bald.

"No!", he cried, getting out of the pool. "John! John, what's happening?", he yelled.

John appeared from the manager's office and sized up the situation. Mike was nearly hairless, and his skin was losing its summer tan; Mo was still in the pool, but now completely bald.

"Did I tell you to get out of the pool?" John asked Mike. He insisted that Mike return for another half-hour.

John returned to the office.

After a final half-hour, Mike and Mo left the pool. They had no body hair, Mo was bald, and as they were dressing they noticed that they had no feeling in their genitals at all. Mike got frightened, and went to the bathroom to jerk off as a test, and returned a few minutes later with a stricken look on his face.

"Mo," he asked, "can you get a hard-on? Try, right now."

Mo couldn't. Mike got on his knees, took Mo's cock into his mouth, and gave it a little encouragement. Nothing.

John came out of the office, to see that the boys were out of the water. He seemed a little hairier, his voice a little deeper. "It's time for you boys to go, the summer's over," he said.

Mike looked John in the eye, but only for an instant. He couldn't stare down this man, who seemed more impressive every time Mike saw him. "What happened here, Sir?" he finally stammered out.

John didn't know what Mike was talking about, he said.

Mike pointed out that he and Mo had enjoyed the masculinity that they got from the first pool, but that it felt that the second pool had drained it away, and some.

"Oh, that?" John laughed. "Those aren't wading pools, really. They transfer male energy from one person to another, and to a storage unit I had installed last winter. You drew from a bank I have, and now you've paid it back with interest."

Our services, it seemed, wouldn't be needed for next year.

He wanted some new college men. We had nothing else to deposit into John's "bank", and so he didn't need us any more.

Going back to college was going to be difficult, but at least we weren't going to be distracted from our studies with sex, anymore.